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i'm sorry if u think my language is inappropriate. u know i dont use it unless i have no other better words to describe things.

i don't give a bloody damn who is reading this anymore.



i just cant fucking stand it.

screw you for spoiling my wonderful tuesday night.
i dont usually like people to touch my face.
and i hate it most if you are the one to do so.
coz nothing good comes with your hand.

i dont mean it. really.
but i seriously dont know what the fuck is your problem.
and i thought it's because we're too alike.
dont u feel funny scolding your clone?
dont u fucking see yourself in whatever you're unhappy with now?

i would really like to bring you to the doctor and have your adrenal gland removed.
don't you see they're fucking secreting too much adrenaline.
your words are loud, but your actions speak even louder.

i dont know what i'll do if u fucking try to touch my face again.
and i dont know what i'll do if u try to stop me from doing what i dont see is wrong.
if u try to be funny again, rest assured i'll go to school and never come back.
then u'll have one person less to fuck u off.

dont force me.
i will study hard, get good grades and get a hell good job.
i do these for myself.
not because u fucking want me to.

so dont u worry.
i have more discipline than your hand.






you know i won't bite if you dont touch me.











but u fucking started it first.

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